tmust

Updated: May 11, 2025

Thats not it, but cause I would not tempt my destinie: thy sight Would inflame marble, much more me whose heart Is prompt enough to fly into thy breast And leave mine empty. But 'tmust not remaine In that lone habitation, least a curse, A fearefull one, sease on mee. Thu.

Various - A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2